Shi Xiaowan once thought she was the happiest person because with Qiqi, she felt happy no matter how she lived.

But at this moment, she realized that is not just like this. Happiness is a boy doing a lot for you, not for anything else, just for you.

"Tingmumin" Shi Xiaowan shouted softly, and her voice became hard and choked up again.

"What's wrong?" Ting Mumin still knocked his head on Shi Xiaowan's neck.

"I feel like I like you and change a lot. It's all you, why are you so good to me?" Shi Xiaowan cursed and smiled.

Tingmumin was a little amused and rubbed her neck and said, "Idiot, I'm not good to you, who else can I do to you? You are my dear wife."

Tingmumin's words, "I'm not good to you, who else can I do to you?" Just one sentence caused Shi Xiaowan's tears to surge out like a flood.

"Baby, stop crying. When you cry, I feel sorry for you."

Shi Xiaowan's voice was choked, and she finally relieved her emotions. She said in a choked voice, "Ting Mumin, will we get married in the future?"

Tingmumin was obviously stunned, obviously shocked.

But this summary of emotions lasted less than a few seconds before he threw it behind him.

Touching Shi Xiaowan's hair, he said, "Yes, sure, we will only live together in a warm little home, with a daughter and a son, and we will live happily together."

Shi Xiaowan smiled and said nothing, and she also believed that they would be so happy together.

But reality is often cruel. Girls hope that their first love at the age of sixteen will be the marriage partner of the next 24 years old. However, it is impossible. God is a playful child, which will give you a lot of hardships.
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